Game/ritruals

Bloddy Marry

As a young child, I was basically the definition of chicken shit. I used to sleep with my lights on or fall asleep to the sound of a movie blasting out of my television. I guess all of that fear drained out of me during those years, because at this point, I'm not exactly a person you would call a coward. But I do have my moments.

Now to the story. When I was 7 or 8, I started going to my elementary school's summer recreation program. There, I met some of the best people that I know. I met a girl there, we will call her Rebecca, who to this day is still my best friend. We all sat in a small corner of the large gymnasium while she told us about Bloody Mary, the lady in the mirror.

She told us the basic story about Bloody Mary, who was a woman who had lost her child, and if you chant her name while standing in front of a mirror in a dark room, she will appear, etc etc.

After her telling us about her, I continued to hear new stories about Bloody Mary from different people throughout that summer. Variations, back stories, and anything to make the story more scary.

Being the young naive child that I was, I believed it. All of it. At past midnight, I would lay awake in my pitch black bedroom, contemplating what I would do if Bloody Mary just happened to slip out of the mirror and into my room.

One night, I went to bed as usual and tried to sleep, as it was the night before my 9th birthday. I kissed my mom and dad goodnight, and proceeded to go into my bedroom and fall asleep with my lights like always. I slowly fell asleep...

I woke up. The room was pitch black, mom probably closed the light or something, and I looked at the illuminated LED alarm clock on my nightstand. 11:59.

Great, I have to wait until 12:10 to go to the bathroom

Even if I did go to the bathroom, I would go in, terrified and trying my best to avoid looking into the mirror.

I sat there, alone in the dark with a full bladder.

You now what? This is ridiculous, Tiffany, you're nine years old now and you're still acting like a 2 year old. Bloody Mary isn't real.

I wanted to get over my fear, I really did. Thinking that if I went into the bathroom and did the ritual, nothing would happen, and I wouldn't be scared anymore.

I grabbed a large candle from my parent's bedroom, tiptoeing quietly so I wouldn't wake them up. I crept down to the living room and grabbed the lighter from the kitchen.

I lit the candle, burning myself on my first try, and walked into the bathroom. I set the candle next to the sink, and stared into my lit reflection.

"Bloody Mary." "Bloody Mary." "Bloody Mary."

Nothing happened. I was relieved. I quickly blew out the candle, and slipped back into my bed, smiling.

I layed there, staring into the clock.

I closed my eyes, but then I realized. It was nearly 90 degrees outside in the summer, and my bedroom was cold.

I was afraid to open my eyes, but I did. In my doorway was a dark figure of a lady. Looking at her made my insides hurt. I wanted to scream, but I was also afraid of waking up my parents. I simply closed my eyes, and tried to imagine puppies, flowers, and the celebrations that would take place in the afternoon. I drifted asleep, with the feeling that Bloody Mary was still watching.

Morning. I woke up, and the sunshine from outside blinded my eyes. I looked in the doorway. Nothing. I went in the bathroom and dared to look in the mirror. There was a cut next to my eyebrow.

I changed into my dress for the day, noticing several small scratches on my stomach. I ignored them.

After that day, I tried not to think about that night. I never told my friends about what happened and that everything that she had said was real.

I still read Nosleep. I'm not afraid of the dark. I play idiotic games with friends like The Three Kings or The Midnight Game. But not Bloody Mary.

Never Bloody Mary.